'I don't think I need to remind everybody just how dangerous this individual is,' Backus said when the briefing was done. 'Everybody pack some extra common sense tomorrow. Watch out for yourself and your partner. Questions?'
I waited a beat to see if there were any questions from agents. When there weren't, I spoke up.
'What if the digiShot doesn't come in tomorrow like Mr. Coombs said it was supposed to?'
'Oh, yes, good point,' Backus said. 'We're not taking any chances. The Internet group at Quantico has one of these cameras and it's coming out tonight on a plane. We'll use that whether the one he really ordered comes in or not. Ours will be wired with a homer just in case, God forbid, he gets by us. We'll be able to track him. Anything else?'
'Has any thought been given to not taking him down?'
It was Rachel's voice on the speakerphone.
'How do you mean?'
'Just playing devil's advocate, it looks like we've got this pretty well buttoned down. This could be a rare opportunity for us to watch a serial killer and observe his hunting and victim acquisition patterns. It could be invaluable to our studies.'
Her question set off a debate among the agents over the plan.
'And risk the chance that we lose him and he kills some kid or another cop?' Thorson responded. 'No thanks- especially with the Fourth Estate here watching.'
Almost everybody came down on Thorson's side of it, the feeling being that a monster like Gladden, though a worthy research subject, should be studied only in the closed setting of a prison cell. The risks of his potential escape far outweighed the riches that might be gained by watching him at work in an open environment.
'Look, people, the plan has been set,' Backus finally said, closing the subject. 'We've considered the alternatives that have been suggested and I feel that going at him in the way we have outlined is the best and safest plan. So let's move on. Rachel, what have you got for us?'
I watched the body language of the agents in the room change as their attention went from Backus and Thorson to the white phone positioned at the center of the table. People seemed to lean toward it. Backus, still standing, leaned down with his palms on the tabletop.
'Let me start with the bank,' Rachel said. 'I just got these records about ninety minutes ago, so there hasn't been a lot of time. But, preliminarily, it looks like we have withdrawals wired to three of our cities, Chicago, Denver and L.A. The dates look good. He got money in those cities within days, just before or after, the bait murders in each. There are two wires to L.A. One coincides with the bail last week, and then on Saturday there was another transfer of twelve hundred. He picked the money up at the same bank. A Wells Fargo on Ventura Boulevard in Sherman Oaks. I was thinking this might be another way of taking him if he doesn't show up tomorrow for his camera. We could watch the account and intercept him the next time he gets money. Only problem with that is that he's running low on funds. After pulling out that twelve hundred, he's down to about two hundred in the account.'
'But he's going to try to make some more with the new camera,' Thorson said.
'Going on to the deposits,' Rachel continued. 'These are very interesting but I just haven't had the time to really… uh, in the last two years there has been about forty-five thousand dollars wired to the account. Deposits coming from all over the place. Maine, Texas, California-several from California, New York. There doesn't seem to be a correlating pattern to our killings. Also, I found one overlap. Last November one there were wire deposits made from New York and Texas on the same day.'
'He's obviously not making the deposits,' Backus said. 'Or at least not all of them.'
'Those are payments,' Brass said over the conference line. 'From selling the photos. Payments wired in directly by the buyers.'
'Exactly,' Rachel said.
'Will we… can we trace back these wires and get to these purchasers?' Thompson asked.
'Uh,' Rachel replied when no one else did. 'We can try. I mean, we can trace them back but I wouldn't count on much. If you have cash, you can walk into almost any bank in the country and make a wire transfer as long as you have the destination account number and you pay the service charge. You have to give bare-bones sender's information but you don't have to show ID. People buying child pornography and possibly-probably-much worse are likely to use false names.'
'True.'
'What else, Rachel?' Backus asked. 'Anything else from the subpoena?'
'There is a P.O. box for the account mail. It's local and it's probably a mail drop. I'll be checking it out in the morning.'
'Okay. Do you want to report on Horace Gomble or save that until you've put your thoughts together?'
'No, I'll tell you the high points, which weren't many. My old pal Horace was not too happy to see me again. We sparred for a while and then his ego got the better of him. He acknowledged that he and Gladden had discussed the practice of hypnosis when they were cellmates. He admitted finally that he traded lessons for Gladden's legal work on his appeal. But he would go no further than that. I sensed… I don't know.'
'What, Rachel?'
'I don't know, some kind of appreciation for what Gladden was doing.'
'You told him?'
'No, I didn't tell him, but it was obvious to him that I was there for a reason. Still, it seemed like he knew something more. Maybe Gladden told him before he left Raiford what he planned to do. Told him about Beltran. I don't know. He also might've seen CNN today-if they have cable in the dorm. They picked up Jack McEvoy's story big time. I saw it at the airport. Of course, nothing in it links the Poet to Gladden, but Gomble could have figured it out. CNN used the tape from Phoenix again. If he saw that and then I showed up, he'd know what it was about without me saying a word.'
It had been the first I'd heard about any response to my story. In fact, I had totally forgotten about it because of the events of the day.
'Any chance Gladden and Gomble have been communicating?' Backus asked.
'I don't think so,' Rachel said. 'I checked with the hacks. Gomble's mail is still filtered. Coming in and out. He's managed to work his way up to trustee status, works in the prison's receiving shop. I guess there is always the possibility that incoming shipments might contain some kind of message but it seems doubtful. I also doubt Gomble would want to risk his position. He's got it pretty nice after seven years in. Nice job with a little office. He's supposedly in charge of supplying the prison canteen. In that society, that would make him a power. He's got a single cell now and his own TV. I don't see the reason to communicate with a wanted man like Gladden and risk all of that.'
'Okay, Rachel,' Backus said. 'Anything else?'
'That's it, Bob.'
Everyone was silent for a few moments, digesting what had been said so far.
'That brings us finally to the model,' Backus said. 'Brass?'
Again all eyes went to the phone on the table.
'Yes, Bob. The profile is coming together and Brad is adding some of the new details even as we speak. This is what we think we have. We might have a-this could be a situation where the offender went back to the man who set him on the path, who abused him and thereby nurtured the aberrant fantasies he later felt compelled to act upon as an adult.
'It's a play on the patricide model we have all seen before. We are almost solely focusing on the Florida cases. What we see here is the offender, in effect, seeking out his replacement. That is, the boy, Gabriel Ortiz, who currently held the attentions of Clifford Beltran, the father figure who abused him and then discarded him. It is the feeling of rejection the offender encountered that may motivate everything.
'Gladden killed the object of his abuser's current affection and then came back around and killed the abuser himself. It looks to me like an exorcism, if you will, the cathartic rush of eliminating the cause of all that was wrong in his life.'
There was a long period of quiet while I thought Backus and the others waited to see if Brass would continue. Backus finally spoke up.
'And then, what you're saying is, he repeats the crime over and over.'
